I woke up the next morning with Cammie in my arms.

Kissing her softly, she awoke like Sleeping Beauty, her prince there to rescue her.

Quickly getting dressed, we headed off to breakfast with her grandparents at the small kitchen table.

Spooning the cereal into my mouth, I crunched the delicious Fruit Loops between my teeth, as Cam's Grandpa started the conversation.

"So how did you two sleep last night?" he asked winking.

"Good," Cammie answered, smiling to her grandmother as they both shared a knowing look.

It's like they were telepathic or something.

I continued to munch on my cereal as grandpa Morgan continued to rant about how he and his wife were heading into town that day for some weird convention thing, and they wouldn't be home until late that afternoon.

We told them it was alright and we would take care of all the farming duties for that day and so on.

But I was just excited to finallly be alone with Cam again.

They headed off, an hour later.

As Grandpa Morgan started up the old truck and rolled down the windows, Grandma Morgan rolled down the window and shouted just as they began to drive away, "USE PROTECTION!" in that shrill voice of hers.

I think that was just about the funniest thing I had ever heard in my entire life.

I immediately busted up laughing as tears streaked down my face, but managed to answer, "No promises!" in the direction of the dusty pick-up.

Cammie blushed deep crimson but laughed along with me as she bent over the ground to try to compose herself.

"I like your grandma," I said, smirking into her beautiful blue eyes.

And she laughed back, "Yeah, it's great. She doesn't mind if we have sex. Just as long as we're safe. Because that makes total sense."

We laughed together as we walked back to the house, hand in hand.

Starting with these intriguing (note the sarcasm) chores that were assigned to us was tough.

I really wasn't interested in anything right now besides Cam and the way her lips moved against mine.

But she pulled away, still in my arms, and started, "Ready to collect the eggs?"

"Was there supposed to be innuendo there?" I questioned, smiling.

She slapped me shoulder as she twisted out of my reach and headed towards the barn...where we got to collect those stupid chicken eggs.

What a bummer, too.

I was really hoping this would be exciting.

Maybe I should just attempt to make this exciting.

Okay, here it goes, I thought to myself as I turned around in a sudden spin and threw an egg right into Cammie's back.

She turned on me, extremely pissed, as she said, "So we're gonna play that game, Goode?" as she scowled in my direction.

She walked slowly to where I was standing, an exultant grin on my face.

An egg in her hand, she stood before me, slowly lifted her hand and smashed the egg right on top of my head.

"Bring it," I muttered as a sprinted across the barn, grabbing as many eggs as I could carry, and took shelter behind the haystack.

Peeking around the edge, I looked to see where she was, expecting that I could get her again.

But she was just too good.

Being the pavement artist that she was, Cammie was already hiding above me, the loft holding her weight as she sprung from her hiding spot and landed right on top of me, taking me down.

A winning smile on her face she leaned over and kissed me.

And we pretty much continued the rest of the day, doing just that.

A/N: There you go peoples of the beautiful creation of .

hope you liked it. i know i did ;)

...and yes..the ending sentences are implied as cleanly as possible (as in they didn't "do it"...as some of you younglings say).

so i really hope you enjoy bc i totally just pulled that chapter out of my ass...and yes that is an inside joke.

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